Wednesday: Knot Safe For Work

Enid unclipped the safety pin. Its sharp end glistened now that it was out of its clasp.

“I know you’re into being tortured, Wednesday, so I thought I’d, ya know… dom you.”

Lying on her belly, Wednesday turned the page on the copy of True Murder magazine open on her bed. “That’s nice.”

“And I also know you have a degradation, uh, thing, so I thought I’d also humiliate you and stuff!”

Wednesday turned the page back to reread the victim’s name. “You can’t even say ‘kink,’ Enid. Forget it. It’s fine. You’re a werewolf. That’s deviant enough for me.” A sly grin occupied her lips. “I’m dating a girl who regularly has balls in her mouth.”

Enid planted her hands on her hips. “Wednesday, that has a double meaning! A very rude one! And I don’t want you casting aspirations on how fun tennis balls are!”

“I said it’s fine, Enid. I never expected to date—I’d hoped to be abducted by a serial killer. I like you, even if you don’t bind or torture me.”

Enid flounced over to where Wednesday was sprawled on her bed. She lifted Wednesday’s skirt up over her ass, a fulsome bubble on her otherwise svelte body. And then she used the pin to attach Wednesday’s raised skirt to the hem of her jacket, ensuring it couldn’t fall back down over her white panties with a posy-embroidered waistband.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Is that the humiliation? That everyone can see me wear the panties that you talked me into buying? We’re alone, Enid. It’s our room.”

“I know!” Enid chirped. “You just have such a lovely little butt that I think maybe you should wear only panties when it’s just us… puppy.”

Wednesday’s eyes bulged a little. She hated being called puppy. Which was why Enid did it, because Wednesday loved the exotic circumstances in which Enid claimed her, mated her, and generally was a werewolf about her. But that was when they were both in heat, so to speak, and not during casual conversation.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Puppy?” Enid enunciated. She reached out to pull at the leghole of Wednesday’s panties, straightening a wrinkle out of them. “But you are my puppy, Wednesday. You’re my cuddly little puppy that I love to pet and play with—”

“I’m not your puppy. I’m barely your girlfriend.”

Enid smiled indulgently. “Puppy, everyone’s smelled me marking you. In fact…” She sniffed the air. “I think it’s just about time we top you off!”

Wednesday sighed. She would admit to being in the relationship for the sex, nothing more. Enid had come down her throat, but said Wednesday’s stomach acid—unusually powerful—distorted the scent. She’d come on Wednesday’s face, but Wednesday’s otherwise admirable hygiene made that a wash. And, of course, she’d come in Wednesday’s pussy, but breeding just wasn’t one of Wednesday’s kinks. (She was much more into putting together Frankenstein monsters.)

Fucking Wednesday’s ass with Enid’s werewolf cock had somehow become the default for them, something that could be counted on to happen every time they were alone in their dorm room, which was often. It’d gotten to the point where Wednesday wore a buttplug at all times, just so she was spread and ready for the next time Enid wanted to play with her puppy.

And now, Enid was sliding her panties aside and putting the plug right out of her splayed anus, making her ready for yet another round of anal sex.

It was making Wednesday think she was giving Enid the wrong idea of their dynamic. She still found Enid as annoying as a Taylor Swift’s Greatest Hits album. But she bottomed for her so much that she might as well be a hooker who needed to pay for a kidney transplant.

Enid unbuttoned her blouse. She was down to a tanktop and boxer shorts. Her cock shot out of the split in her boxers. It was in proportion to her enormous werewolf body, not her svelte girl one. And it was very stiff, gleaming, basically a torture implement in and of itself, considering the place she wanted to put it in Wednesday.

“Does puppy want a bone?” Enid teased, with an aggravating smirk that came from knowing Wednesday would give in. If she called Wednesday a whore and said she was going to ruin her hole, Wednesday might give in a half-second quicker, but all the talk of puppies and John Mayer songs and the cuddling they’d do after still got Wednesday to spread for her. It was mortifying. Which turned Wednesday on more.

Why did humiliation kinks have to be so humiliating?

“The reason I wear the plug is so you can just put it in,” Wednesday reminded her pointedly.

Enid tapped her chin. “That’s true. But then again, you’ve been lying there an awful long time. And you’re not going to move much once you’re knotted… you should stretch! Why don’t you want to the window with your back to me and look out at this wonderful campus? You can see all our fellows students and wonder what they’d think if they knew you did most of your writing while we were tied together!”

Wednesday gulped. It wasn’t like being knotted helped her write. It was just that, while she was stationary anyway, she might as well—oh, what was the use of going over it? She got up, blushing, feeling tingles down in her clit and along her hips and in her ass… now having her ass empty, unplugged, felt kinky. She knew she was only unplugged for bowel movements or a cock in her ass and her stomach was empty. Well, for now. You never could tell where all the cum Enid had to give her would eventually end up.

***

Enid stared at Wednesday’s ass and felt her wolf raging—it was true what they said about lycanthropes and full moons, after all. Not to mention Wednesday had the most magnificent ass she’d ever seen. Enid never left the room first, she always stared at Wednesday’s cute little bottom until it disappeared from sight; it was a real hamper on her ability to storm out when they fought.

And now that she’d marked Wednesday, the goth was her property. No, her girlfriend. Her body was Enid’s property. So now, when Enid got a look at Wednesday’s ass, it was a reminder of where her cock would soon be. Which was such a turn-on that she had her lycan-cock out almost 24/7. Thank God for boxers.

Wednesday’s ass was smooth, the contours crisp, and her cleft just tight enough to beckon without promising any resistance. Enid knew, with the strength of instinct, that this crack was meant to part for her. And the sweet taper of Wednesday’s thighs was just icing on the cake.

“Now open the window. Bend over the windowsill. Like I’m in the courtyard and you need to tell me I forgot my lunch.”

“I wouldn’t. I’d let you go hungry. It’d teach you to be more mindful.”

Enid’s wide smile—how could she not enjoy domming the bestest bottom at Nevermore?—turned a little placid. “Then bend over like you’re a murder victim about to be pushed out a window.”

Wednesday considered saying “I love it when you talk dirty,” but that was too much of a cliché. Even for Enid, who loved it when they said the title of a movie in the dialogue of a movie.

Wednesday bent over. Her panties were gauze thin, stretched sheer by how much ass she had and how she was jutting it out like every single inch of it was Enid’s to gaze upon.

Enid licked her lips. When those panties came down, Wednesday’s ass would be all hers, but she still enjoyed the impossible addition to the perfection of her girlfriend’s ass. She loved the play of cloth over Wednesday’s glutes, flexing as Wednesday shifted her weight from foot to foot. It was all the better to see Wednesday’s crease right through the nylon.

Enid could feel precum start to flood her shaft. Wednesday had just the perfect plump little ass, full yet trim, toned yet soft, supple and firm, with such an absence of blemishes that the whole thing might’ve been freshly dipped in caramel—smooth candy coating all over.

Somehow fucking Wednesday’s ass made Enid feel more of a connection with her girlfriend. Like she was tasting Wednesday with her cock, feeling her more intimately because the touch was literally at the center of her and not surface level. And she felt Wednesday was far more convinced of how badly Enid wanted her when she was up her ass instead of sheathed in her pussy.

“You always dress so gloomy. I bet you’d smile more if you went naked. You look so good naked…”

“Is this your subtle way of telling me to strip?” Wednesday drawled.

Enid tilted her head to the side. “I can be less subtle, puppy. I can go right through those panties.” Then she brightened: “And get you something nice and pink and pretty to wear instead!”

Wednesday groaned. “The posies are bad enough.”

She lowered her panties. Enid stared at her naked ass and felt her precum just melting out of her, full load brimming behind her glans. It wouldn’t take much more than a grope of that perfect little ass to make her come, but that would be a mistake, because if Enid just kept control, she could feel all that wet friction inside Wednesday’s hole. She could knot her. She could leave her puppy so full of cum it made a little bulge in that gorgeous little tummy.

Enid bit her lip. She hadn’t lost control since that first time, with the pregnancy scare, and she wouldn’t now. Being tied with Wednesday was just too good to pass up for a solitary little orgasm.

“Now bend over the bed, holding your ass open for me.”

“Should I do it on your bed, so I can smell all the wet dreams you have about me?” Wednesday asked.

“Puppy!” Enid nearly stumped her foot. “I would never deprive you of a single drop of my cum! You smell so good when you have a full load inside you. Why do you think I creampie you every single day, silly?”

“Gosh, I don’t know. Is it possible you get something out of it?”

“You mean other than knowing my good little puppy smells all nice and me-y… meish… me-fashioned…”

“I thought you were going to torture me, not the English language.”

Enid gave her a shove that sent Wednesday stumbling onto her bed. Thanks to the safety pin holding her skirt up, she landed with her ass out and ready to be used. Enid squealed gleefully under her breath and rubbed her hands together.

“Aww, puppy’s hole looks so sad and lonely without anything in it! Would you like me to put something in that lonely little hole? Would that make puppy feel better?”

“You can fuck me raw if it means no more babytalk.”

Enid sighed. “You’re such a catperson. Now, remember your manners, puppy. Thank me for getting your special place nice and wet so my wolf part goes right in, okay?”

Wednesday ground her teeth. “Thank you, Enid,” she gritted out.

“Don’t mention it! What are friends for?” And, kneeling behind Wednesday, Enid at last bestowed her attention on the part of puppy that she was most glad was hers.

Her hands caressed Wednesday’s juicy ass over and over again. Her tongue soon joined in, licking the impossibly smooth flesh until she’d worked it between Wednesday’s cheeks.

As her tongue pushed deeper, Wednesday felt a thrill deep in her belly. “Th-thank you, Enid,” she said again, knowing it was better to butter her girlfriend up than to leave her wanting. She knew Enid would leave her hanging, forcing her to beg, if she wasn’t properly puppyish.

“You’re very welcome, puppy,” Enid replied cheerfully, but reaming her tongue squarely into Wednesday’s anus.